go home then

my country
when it's not
at war is this,
she says proudly.
it is beautiful
and clean.
the land and oceans
kiss one another
when the sun
rises, when
the sun sets. you
don't know beauty,
livng here, in
this country, she
says. your country
is rough, and rude,
raw and dumb.
there is no culture
here, no poetry
here is true, she
says. when then
you ask her,are
you going home
after twenty years
you must miss it.
i can help you pack.